Chatting: Hacking Into My Pride - Poem by Atef Ayadi
a bad rock.
a vertical polished
which I have to carry with me
none of us
falls off and brakes
-a woman perfect flower
with heavy rain or soft dew, and burned with a calming heat,
and has all the elements of a beautiful life.
is to get
or to put it
like a pet
indulge it and spoil it
with rewards and magics so
it can sleep like a frustrated child.
so I can take care of my own
stuff and see things crystal clear.
I just want my independence from this burden
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